Chapter 30: The True Zhao Banquet – The Grand Finale
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Jun Mohan’s expression grew grave as he made an imprint of the blood-red bat emblem.
“This matter is suspicious. We must not alert the enemy.”
Yun Yao nodded, retied the man in black securely, and had him escorted to the Immortal Sect’s dungeon along with the other disciples.
Back in her room, Yun Yao took out the imprint. Under the dim candlelight, the crimson emblem appeared especially glaring.
She had never seen the symbol before, yet for some inexplicable reason, a chill rose from the soles of her feet and seized her heart.
Jun Mohan pushed open the door and entered, an ancient tome in his hands. His expression was solemn.
“I consulted the ancient records. This emblem… belongs to an evil cult that vanished long ago—the Blood Bat Sect.”
“The Blood Bat Sect?” Yun Yao exclaimed, a chill sweeping over her back.
According to the ancient records, the Blood Bat Sect was ruthless and mysterious. It had once plunged the world into bloodshed before finally being annihilated through the united efforts of the Immortal Sects.
Could it be…
Had they risen from the ashes?
Over the next several days, Yun Yao and Jun Mohan secretly investigated the matter, but they encountered obstacles at every turn.
The Immortal Sect appeared peaceful on the surface, yet beneath that calm, hidden currents were surging.
When they questioned the disciples who had been present that day, every one of them became evasive, their eyes darting about as though they were concealing something.
One day, while searching for records in the library pavilion, Yun Yao suddenly sensed someone behind her.
She spun around, but saw only candlelight wavering between the bookshelves.
The alarm bells in Yun Yao’s heart began to ring. She hurried out of the library pavilion, only to discover that the once-bustling square was completely deserted. A few fallen leaves alone spun in the wind.
A powerful sense of unease rose within her.
“Come out!” Yun Yao shouted sharply.
The surroundings remained deathly silent, save for the rustling of leaves stirred by the wind.
Suddenly, a dark figure flashed past her from behind, and a fierce gust struck at her.
Yun Yao twisted aside to evade it, then struck back with her palm.
The shadow let out a muffled groan and vanished swiftly into the night.
Hearing the commotion, Jun Mohan rushed over. Seeing Yun Yao still shaken, he pulled her into his arms.
“It’s all right now. I’m here.” He gently patted her back, his voice tender yet carrying a faint, barely perceptible chill.
Yun Yao drew a deep breath and struggled to calm herself.
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She lifted her head from Jun Mohan’s embrace, determination shining in her eyes.
“Mohan, I don’t think we can go on like this.”
Yun Yao did not retreat. Instead, she decided to investigate the matter openly.
Cold moonlight spilled across her resolute face, and an unyielding light glimmered in her eyes.
She stood upon the raised platform in the Immortal Sect’s square, surrounded by bustling disciples who gazed at her with curiosity and concern.
“Fellow disciples!” Yun Yao’s clear, ringing voice pierced the night. “I have something important to tell you. The mastermind behind the incident at the banquet has not disappeared. On the contrary, he has grown even more brazen. I have decided to stop concealing the truth and investigate this matter openly. I hope all of you will give me your full support.”
The instant she finished speaking, an uproar swept through the crowd.
The disciples’ voices rose and fell, some offering their support while others remained doubtful.
Jun Mohan stood among them, his gaze deep and unfathomable. He watched Yun Yao with concern, yet her courage moved him.
He slowly stepped forward and stood beside her.
“I support you,” he said in a low voice. “No matter what difficulties we face, I will fight by your side.”
Yun Yao gave him a grateful look. Their eyes met, and in that instant, an unbreakable understanding passed between them.
Yet her decision enraged the conspirators lurking behind the scenes.
From within the shadows, a pair of cold eyes fixed upon them. A sinister killing intent spread through the air.
Suddenly, several dark figures sprang out from every direction and appeared before Yun Yao and Jun Mohan in the blink of an eye.
The men in black moved with astonishing speed, their spells fierce and violent. In an instant, the two were surrounded.
The battle erupted without warning. Brilliant magical light intertwined across the night sky, illuminating the entire Immortal Sect in a dazzling array of colors.
Yun Yao reacted swiftly. With a sweep of her flying sword, she sent a streak of silver light straight toward the leader of the men in black.
Jun Mohan raised both hands and released a powerful frost spell, freezing several attackers in place.
The two sides exchanged blow after blow, the battle raging with extraordinary intensity. The disciples of the Immortal Sect watched anxiously from the sidelines, holding their breath.
At that moment, one of the men in black launched a sudden sneak attack from behind, striking directly toward Yun Yao’s heart.
Jun Mohan’s gaze sharpened. He swiftly stepped in front of Yun Yao and brought his hands together. A powerful shield formed in an instant, completely blocking the attacker’s blow.
However, the shield’s radiance gradually dimmed, while the enemy’s assault showed no sign of stopping.
“Mistress Yao, fall back and let me handle this!” Jun Mohan urged anxiously.
Yun Yao firmly shook her head. She clasped his hand tightly, determination blazing in her eyes.
“Only together can we defeat them!”
The two stood close together, their understanding and trust reaching its peak as they prepared to face the trials ahead.
Yun Yao and Jun Mohan fought back to back, their coordination flawless.
Yun Yao’s swordsmanship was graceful and fluid. Her blade flashed like a silver serpent, and every strike was precise, aimed directly at the vital points of her opponents.
The men in black were forced backward again and again, losing ground with every exchange.
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Jun Mohan’s palms struck with razor-sharp force, carrying a bitter chill. Every sweep of his hands was accompanied by the roar of ice and snow, freezing the movements of the men in black.
Assailed by the cold, the attackers grew sluggish and found it increasingly difficult to resist.
The two moved together in perfect harmony, like butterflies dancing through a garden, weaving among their enemies as every attack struck with deadly precision.
In the end, the men in black were overwhelmed and defeated by Yun Yao and Jun Mohan fighting together.
The leader was struck by Yun Yao’s sword aura. With a terrible cry, he collapsed to the ground.
The remaining attackers were subdued one after another and surrendered without resistance.
Yun Yao walked up to the captured leader and demanded sternly, “Speak! Who ordered you to disrupt the banquet?”
The man’s eyes darted about, and he did not dare meet Yun Yao’s gaze. At last, cowed by her authority, he tremblingly revealed the name of the mastermind behind it all—
A senior elder of the Immortal Sect.
Yun Yao exposed the elder’s conspiracy before everyone.
It turned out that the elder had coveted the position of sect master for a long time. He had intended to sabotage the banquet and frame the current sect master, thereby achieving his own ambitions.
Once the elder’s scheme was revealed, the entire Immortal Sect erupted in outrage. Everyone condemned his despicable actions.
In the end, the elder received the punishment he deserved and was expelled from the Immortal Sect.
Yun Yao’s name spread throughout the sect, and she became a hero revered by all its disciples.
She felt immensely proud, yet her conviction grew stronger than ever:
Justice would ultimately triumph over evil.
Jun Mohan walked up to Yun Yao and clasped her hand tightly. Gazing at her with deep affection, he said, “Yao’er, I love you. From the very first moment I saw you, I was deeply drawn to your kindness and courage. I know now that my heart belongs to you completely.”
Warm applause and cheers rose from the surrounding crowd as everyone offered them their blessings.
Yun Yao gazed at Jun Mohan with tears glistening in her eyes.
She knew that their love would remain forever engraved in both their hearts.
The events of the grand finale banquet had finally come to a perfect conclusion, and the bond between Yun Yao and Jun Mohan had reached a new height.
Yet during the celebratory feast, Yun Yao happened to overhear several elders speaking of a secret treasure of the Immortal Sect that was soon to appear in the world…
A powerful curiosity and longing surged within her.
She turned toward Jun Mohan, her eyes shining.
“Mohan, have you heard…?”
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